Drakken had spent the last week clearing out one of his offices and turning it into a hospital-like room. "You know, this would have been easier if you gave up your bedroom while she was here," he snapped at Shego as they had carried boxes in the room.

"Oh and where would I have slept?" She snapped back.

"Uh- with the henchmen?" She blasted him for his remark. "Ow! Shego! We don't have time to mess around! She'll be here any-"

"DREWBIE!" Mama Lipsky's voice traveled throughout the lair. Shego snickered, and Drakken frowned at her. "Drewbie!" Mrs. Lipsky said again as she found Drakken and Shego. "Your aids let me in. Aren't they so nice? Working for such an important doctor." Shego bit her lip, attempting to hold back a laugh.

"Mother! We were just freshening up the place for you." Mrs. Lipsky dropped her bags in the corner of the room. Drakken hugged her, and she made sure to squeeze him tight.

"Oh, no need to go through all the trouble, dear. I know my Drewbie is very busy. Moving from state to state trying to help the people he meets on his radio show!" Mrs. Lipsky turned her attention to Shego, who was still doing everything in her power to not laugh at the situation. "Thank you for calling me, Shego. My Drew relocates so often to help people. I never know where he is."

Shego slapped Drakken's shoulder. "Drew Lipsky, how could you not update your sweet mother on our location?" She bit her lip again, suppressing the laugh that wanted to come out at Drakken's glare.

"I'm sorry, mother. As you know, I do get super busy with patients." Drakken tapped his fingers together nervously.

Mrs. Lipsky crossed her arms. "Well you better thank your lucky stars you have this lovely assistant who cares enough to reach out to your family."

Shego groaned. "Assistant? Oh no, no, no. I am-"

"The best assistant ever," Drakken finished for her, putting an emphasis on the word 'assistant' and smirking at Shego. Out of all the words to get under Shego's skin, 'assistant' and 'sidekick' were the ones to do it, and his mother had said the word in less than five minutes of being here.

Shego shot a glare at Drakken, whose grin grew wider at the sight of her displeasure. Mrs. Lipsky giggled at the two. "Now kids, let me cook you a nice meal, and we can do a much needed catching up over dinner."

Drakken nodded. "Oh mother, you know how I am a sucker for your Italian chicken." Shego rolled her eyes at the blue momma's boy standing next to her. "Let me show you to the kitchen," he said to his mother and gestured for her to exit the bedroom.

Shego followed them, but she poked Drakken's arm, causing him to look in her direction. "If you so much as call me an assistant again," she whispered to him, "I might just accidentally let it slip that you are a supervillain seeking world domination."

Drakken gasped. "Is everything alright, darling?" His mother turned to face him.

"Uh, yes mother. The kitchen is down the hall to the left. I'll be right there." Mrs. Lipsky practically skipped to the kitchen, enthused to be cooking for her Drewbie. "You wouldn't dare," Drakken whispered to Shego as soon as his mother was out of earshot.

Shego smirked. "No? I could just show her this." Her hands ignited.

"Argh! Shego! Put that away!" The plasma withdrew back into her palms as she laughed.

Drakken crossed his arms and frowned. "You're enjoying my pain, aren't you?"

Shego pinched his cheek. "Of course I am, my sweet Drewbie." She couldn't contain her laughter as he swatted her hand away.

…..

Mrs. Lipsky put plates in front of Drakken and Shego. They took in the smell of Italian chicken, roasted carrots, and broccoli and cheese. "Wow Mrs. Lipsky. You really know your way around the kitchen," Shego said after taking a bite.

"Oh please, Shego. Call me Debbie. I do feel bad though. Drewbie, are you sure we don't need to make any for your aids downstairs?"

Drakken shook his head as he swallowed a bite. "No. They really do fend for themselves most of the time. I take them out once a month as a thank you."

She sighed. "If you say so, Drew." She sat down next to Drakken and across from Shego. She suddenly grinned. "So you two spend a lot of time alone together, huh?"

Drakken shrugged. "She helps with the patients." He took a big bite of his chicken. "Oh my, this is so good." Shego rolled her eyes, annoyed at Drakken's obliviousness to what his mother was suggesting.

"Oh yes. And where are your patients, Drewbie?" Mama Lipsky took a bite and chewed it softly before taking a drink of her water.

"I uh- uh well I- I sent them to another facility for a week." Draken paused, trying to make sense of his own words. "Yes, I sent them away, so I could focus all my time on you, mother!"

Shego wanted to laugh at his uneasiness, but Mrs. Lipsky ate up her son's words. "Oh, that is so sweet, Drewbie! You didn't have to do that!"

"Of course I did. You are right. I haven't been the best at keeping contact. Shego over here as reminded of where my priorities should be. She really is the best assist-" Shego gripped his wrist under the table and raised her brow at him. "I mean partner. She really is more of a partner. She does a lot for me." Shego smirked, letting go of his wrist.

Mrs. Lipsky smiled at the two. "Of course. Of course."

….

Later that evening, Shego had resided in her bedroom while Drakken and Mama Lipsky sat at the dining table, playing chess. Drakken moved a pawn. "At what point does our chess tradition grow old?"

She smiled at her son. "Are you worried that you will get your butt kicked, dear?"

Drakken put his hand to his chest and dropped his jaw, pretending to be offended. "What? Me? No, no, no. One of these days I will beat you at chess."

She giggled. "Over my dead body!" They played in silence for a minute- Drakken focusing on his next strategy- before she spoke again. "So….. Your assistant is really pretty."

Drakken moved his attention away from the chess board and to his mother, who gave him the most innocent eyes. "Oh, don't start that, mom."

Mrs. Lipsky moved her knight piece. "What, dear?"

Drakken's eyes fell back to the board, analyzing his options while simultaneously trying to shut this conversation down. "Shego is… Well she's uh… She's just Shego. She's my assistant. Nothing more. Nothing less."

Mrs. Lipsky shook her head as she moved another piece. "Drewbie, I know you keep yourself occupied with work, but you need to think about settling down with a nice girl like Shego. You're 39 years old. I want grandchildren before I die, and you're not making it easy."

Drakken felt his face grow red, and in that moment, he was thankful Shego went to bed early. "Shego's really not that nice of a girl," he mumbled more to himself than to his mother. He wondered if she would feel the same way about the situation if she knew the truth about Shego's evil side. Of course, her finding out about Shego's evil side would out him, and that couldn't happen.

"Well she called me so that we could have some time together. She's obviously a nice girl." She only invited you here to mock me , he thought. He knew he couldn't say it, so he settled for silence. "She's pretty. She's nice. She seems rather intelligent. You two would be-"

"Mother!" Drakken's face was growing redder and redder. "Shego and I are not a couple nor will we ever be."

His mother laughed, her red hair bouncing as she did. "Oh please, dear. You can't tell me you don't have feelings for her."

His face grew even hotter (which he didn't know could be possible). "I uh- uh- argh- Mother! I don't want to talk about this anymore!"

Mama Lipsky smirked. "Check mate." She was looking at the board, but Drakken had a suspicious feeling she wasn't talking about the game.

….

The next morning, Mama Lipsky insisted on taking Shego shopping, and who was she to argue with an elderly lady? Shego found herself enjoying Mama Lipsky's company, and the embarrassing stories she offered up about Drakken would be useful to all her future mock windows.

"When Drew was about 11, he went through this ridiculous phase!" Mrs. Lipsky said as they were both scanning a rack at Banana Republic. "He would pretend he was being filmed for a reality TV show, and he would narrate everything. Dinner, family events, even school! He would talk to these imaginary cameras like he was a Kardashian."

Shego burst out laughing. She clenched her stomach trying to control herself. "Honestly that makes a lot of sense," she said after her laughter died down.

Mrs. Lipsky smiled. "Don't tell me he still does it?"

Shego laughed again. "No. He just goes on these psychotic rants every time we-" she stopped herself, remembering who she was talking to and what she didn't know about her son. "Get a new patient," she finished.

Mrs. Lipsky nodded. "Of course."

The two women had a cart full of clothes to try on, and Shego kept adding to it. When she noticed the look Mama Lipsky was giving her, she sighed. "Sorry. I like to shop."

Mrs. Lipsky laughed. "It's alright, dear. I am having fun!" Shego smiled at her, and they kept on going down the aisles. "Do your parents come around for visits much?"

Shego didn't even look up from the dress she was eyeing when she answered. "My parents are dead."

Mama Lipsky gasped. "Oh dear, I am so sorry." She wrapped her arms around Shego and squeezed her tight. Shego flinched. Outside of past lovers, people never touched her. They wouldn't dare. And now here she was- a victim to an elderly woman's hugs.

"I am fine, . It was a long time ago." Shego tried to squirm out of her embrace, and she let out a sigh of relief when she finally let her go.

"How many times do I have to tell you that you can call me Debbie? My Drewbie says you're like family! And his family is my family."

Shego faked a smile and suppressed her urge to roll her eyes. "Right. Debbie. I'll remember that."

"How did they die?" Debbie's question was asked quietly, like she wasn't sure if she should even ask, but her intrusive thoughts beat her to the punch.

"Car accident." It was a lie, but the truth of the comet would bring out the truth about her powers, which is a whole other topic of discussion she did not want to have.

"You poor thing! Do you have any siblings?"

Shego shrugged. "Just me." Another lie, but what was she supposed to say? I actually have 4 brothers. Oh what is it that they do? They are heroes. Why don't I help them? Well I actually can't stand the thought of being around them, and I am 100% pure evil. I tolerate your son because he is a mad genius who wants to take over the world. Despite our differences, we make a great evil team. Yeah, that conversation was a big no-no. Drakken would kill her.

"Oh my, you must be so lonely. I am so thankful you have my son." Shego rolled her eyes. "Speaking of which," Mrs. Lipsky smiled at Shego. "You and my Drew. Is there anything a mother should know?"

Shego's mouth fell open while Mrs. Lipsky gave her the most innocent stare. "Oh my God. Absolutely not!"

Debbie's face fell as she put her hands on her hips. "You don't like my Drewbie?"

Shego groaned. "I would rather shoot myself than have this conversation right now," she mumbled quietly.

Mrs. Lipsky smiled again. "Maybe there's more than you think. You spend a lot of time together. You live with him. You-"

"Look, I live with him because he pays me." Shego was losing her patience, but she forced herself to remember that she couldn't know that she was a villain.

"Oh is that so?" Mrs. Lipsky crossed her arms.

Shego glared at her and gritted her teeth. "Yes." She turned away from Debbie and moved toward the checkout line.

Mrs. Lipsky laughed. "Someone who didn't have feelings wouldn't get so testy at the mere suggestion of there being something there."

"NYGH!" Shego groaned. "Let's just go!"

…

Shego tossed and turned in her bed, but she couldn't get warm. No matter how many times she got up to put another blanket on, she was absolutely freezing. "What the hell?" She mumbled and she got up. She headed for his room, which wasn't far from hers in this lair (in one lair, they are right next to each other, and in another lair, they could be on separate floors.) "DRAKKEN!" She pounded on his door. "Have you messed with the damn heat aga-" She stopped when he opened the door, a blanket wrapped around himself as he shivered.

"It's c-c-cold," he mumbled to her. His eyes grew wide as he took in Shego's words. "Shit. My mother."

They both rushed to the guest room Mrs. Lipsky was staying in. "Mom!" Drakken knocked on the door.

She opened the door with a slight grin. "Yes?"

Drakken looked at her nervously. "Are you cold? It seems as though there is something wrong with the heat."

Mama Lipsky shrugged. "I feel quite warm actually." Drakken and Shego entered the room, and they immediately felt the temperature difference.

"How can heat be working in one room but not in any of the others?" Shego asked.

Drakken shook his head. "That doesn't make any sense."

Shego crossed her arms and shivered. "In the meantime, how are we supposed to not freeze to death?"

Mrs. Lipsky smiled. "It looks like you two might have to share a bed tonight."

Drakken blushed automatically. "Excuse me?" Shego asked.

"To preserve body heat," Mrs. Lipsky said, her grin growing wider.

Shego lit her hands, but Drakken stepped in her line of fire first, blocking his mother from seeing her. He glared at her, and she took in a deep breath before letting her plasma withdraw back into her hands.

Suddenly, Hank appeared in the doorway, clearly out of breath. "I have been searching everywhere for you, Dr. Drakken. I fixed the heat."

Drakken let out a sigh of relief. "You did? What was wrong with it?"

Hank raised an eyebrow. "That part was weird. Nothing was wrong with it. Someone just went down to the heater and flipped a switch."

Drakken shook his head in disbelief. "I'm sorry. What?"

Shego groaned and shot a glare at Mrs. Lipsky, who was acting innocent. "Oh, this is absolutely ridiculous." Shego stormed out of the room, heading back to the comfort of her own bed. She heard footsteps behind her, and when she turned, she was face to face with Drakken. "I am so ready for your crazy mother to go home, Doc."

He chuckled. "You're the one that invited her here."

She groaned. "Don't remind me."